I’ve seen it everywhere on the internet. Crossdressers are narcissists in whatever shape or form. Though not a scientifically valid explanation, this sums it up pretty well.
Personally, I find that the crossdressing community, online that is, is full of wonderful, open type people who I wouldn’t think for a second has a hint of narcissism in them. I’d like to think that if we did, we would act like total bitches to one another, right?
Have you ever actually known or dated a non-CD narcissist, too? Then you see what I mean.
But then I pondered this added label to our repertoire. We really are narcissists by definition, completely infatuated within our crossdressing as it occupies that special time in our lives. Take a look at the proof in our stages of dress mode.
I don’t know about you but I seem to be a really bad Youtube junkie… somehow minute and a half videos really get my jollies off even if most are bad. I recently came across a Youtube video, however, that was so incredible, it absolutely blew me away. This was even on the topic of transvestism, so more than worthy of a mention here.
If you haven’t watched the three minute clip of an Eddie Izzard stand-up routine above, take the time to do so. Did you laugh at “the element of surprise” too? I thought so.
Ah, it’s that time of year again. The weather heats up and we all come crawling out of our solitary caves, out for whatever piece of life that exists beyond our abodes. For us closeted crossdressers, that means skipping all those layers over your pantyhose and bra and getting out there to flash some femininity in public.
One image I can’t get stuck out of my head this time of year is Catherine Bach (you know, Daisy Duke) in her tight little shorts and pantyhose covering her so very long legs. In fact, it even inspired me this time around to try out my own leg show just the other day.
For anyone who has a pantyhose fetish, like yours truly, over a lifetime you are destined to be caught at least once slipping on those silky pantyhose with a deer-in-headlights look on your face. Here are a list of proven excuses to help ease the situation.
1. I got a run in my sock and these were all that were left.
2. Hello, they’re MANTYhose!
3. They always say nothing beats a great pair of Leggs.
Tanya finally returns to Sam’s house, enters and heads directly to his bedroom where he still lies helplessly hog-tied with just a pair of Wolford pantyhose on.
“I must be a dumb blonde. I couldn’t find a knife so I went home and got one, ” she says, quite obviously a lie.
Sam, still deep in embarrassment, welcomed the delay trying to come up with some kind of explanation for his predicament. He thought up a story about his “girlfriend” getting off on making him wear pantyhose, then tying him up. She just happened to have left momentarily to make him suffer a little bit. You know, Tanya just might buy it actually.
Arguably, a favorite pantyhose among enthusiasts (such as yours truly) is the revered Wolford Neon 40. It’s everything you want in pantyhose: silky, shiny, comfortable, durable and looks incredibly hot on any pair of legs. Yet there is one type of Wolfords, unfortunately discontinued for a number of years, that trumps even the Neon 40.
On his day off from work around noontime, Sam dries himself after a shower and slips into his favorite pair of Wolford Neon 40 pantyhose in a gobi (suntan) color. He grabs his strands of nylon cord, sits on his bed and begins to go to work.
Starting with the ankles, he brings them together, wraps the cord around and around tightly binding them, then makes several loops around in the center, cinching his ankles together nice and tight. He finishes it off with a knot guaranteed not to undo itself.
He repeats this step, now with his knees, and finds an erection jutting out from wiggling his pantyhosed legs together testing the bounded knots.
Sam loves to be tightly bound wearing nothing but pantyhose, a unique take on the fetish if you will. He found long ago that, while “struggling” to break free, hog-tied and on his belly, he can masturbate by grinding his cock on the bed. It’s a bit of exercise, too, but very satisfying to him nonetheless.
As I sit here painting my toenails today, like a good little girl, and anxiously await my outfit for my night “out,” I finally receive that long awaited ring at the buzzer. Yes, it’s a package! I’m a bit nervous since that means I’ll finally out myself as girly me for a few moments in the next day or two. I’m eager to try on my first fem outfit however.
Hold on a second. I think this package is smaller than expected and begin to wonder if the club shorts and dressy top are skimpier than I had thought they would be. Then I rip the package open to find a gorgeous charmeuse teddy (Shirley of Hollywood). Oh, right, I forgot that I ordered lingerie about a month ago after coming home after a night of drinking with the chums.
Well, I can’t throw this on and take this out on a stroll around the block. At least not yet 😉
I’ve tried on so many brands of pantyhose (I’ll go out on a limb and say more than most women) that it is becoming increasingly difficult to make an impression with me with a new pair I haven’t tried yet. Usually, these new pairs end up in a box designated for the dogs.
But while surfing around and catching up on my (*cough*) news, I occasionally find myself drooling over a pair so elegantly worn that I can’t myself but to impulsively buy a pair or three. I could even have some wild masturbation sessions from the anticipation of receiving that upcoming package in the mail.
For a change, I wasn’t disappointed this time.
Silvia Grandi Silk 40 pantyhose had everything I looked for in my picky taste: semi-opaque, sheer to waist, nice shine and appealing colors. Not to mention they come from Italy, known for their quality and style in hosiery. They came every bit as advertised.